Regaining consciousness in the intensive care unit, the wealthy man overheard his wife’s conversation on the phone…

Without a second thought, Emma lifted the unfortunate man under his armpits and tried to get him on his feet. He was gradually regaining consciousness, indicating that the initial shock from the injury was wearing off. Damn, how could this happen? Bastards, don’t touch Jack, the man muttered deliriously.

Meanwhile, Emma, stooped under the weight of the stranger’s body, led him to Henry’s shed. Thinking that the injured man was simply delirious, she tried to ignore his muttering and persevered towards their destination. The man she had rescued was definitely a vagabond and could have frozen to death on the streets in such bitter cold.

Seeing the flushed Emma, Henry understood everything without words. Taking the man from the other side, he, with Emma’s help, quickly laid him on the cot which had once been a folding sofa. Well, that’s better now.

Let’s treat the wound on his head. He’ll probably recover soon. Henry sighed in relief, taking out bandages, cotton and antiseptic from the first aid kit.

Can you manage? Shouldn’t we call an ambulance? Emma asked anxiously, but the janitor just shook his head. No, dear, there’s no need. Why distract people from more important work? I wanted to be a doctor in my youth, but I failed the entrance exams, then spent a year and a half in medical school, decided to become a nurse, but even there luck wasn’t on my side.

So I had to become a labourer, Emma. But I know how to provide first aid, so don’t worry. The lad is tough, street smart.

He’ll pull through, no doubt. Emma’s face immediately lit up with a sweet smile as the wounded man opened his eyes and began to turn his head from side to side, trying to understand where he found himself. Easy there, buddy, easy.

Sudden movements aren’t recommended for you right now. Just lie down and regain your senses. Do you at least remember your name? Henry cautiously asked.

The guy forced a smile. Of course I do. Connor, that’s my name, Sawyer.

The last name. Got beaten up because of a dog. These rich kids wanted some fun with the victim, and they chose the dog.

Jack, he’s a street dog, you know. He’s settled near the meat pavilion, not afraid of people. So when I saw that villainy, I immediately rushed to help.

I took down two on the snow, but the third one, the jerk, hit me on the head with something. Henry nodded sympathetically. Yeah, that kind of thing happens.

Don’t worry. Stay here as long as you need. I have firewood and a little stove here.

You’ll be as comfortable as can be. Connor gratefully looked at Emma, who didn’t pass by and helped him in his difficult moment. Sneaking a glance at her watch, she sighed sadly.

Well, looks like I’ll have to take a taxi now. There go my savings. I’ve already missed the bus.

Connor sniffled with a guilty look and turned away to the wall. Then feeling it was because of him, the vagabond said, forgive me for God’s sake. I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way.

I’ve been having quite the adventures lately. Three weeks ago, I pulled a rich guy out of a burning car. Maybe you heard about it.

It was quite a loud incident. Emma paled and involuntarily looked at her palm, remembering what happened to her during the revelation regarding Mr. William’s future. We heard, Connor…